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Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 08

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Summary: You didn’t like him, at all. But due to your bad luck you would have to be forced to work with him and different circumstances end up leading you to the fact that perhaps the word dislike is not the one you use to describe him.

ac: _3aem

Tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

Notes: I’m beginning my studying time this upcoming weeks so expect chapters only on weekends. Remember you can send me requests for small stories with any jjk, op or aot characters, smut or fluff, except smut for minors like Megumi, Yuji, Nobara, etc.. Anyways thank you and have a great week 🤍

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You had arrived from work 20 minutes ago to be exact, in that time you had taken a shower and now you were making a coffee to go straight to studying. Tomorrow you had the exam and you had barely had any free time to study during the week. They had given you more work and the teamwork with Satoru had grown. Satoru. It was strange for you to call him by his name, it was even stranger to call him in class, so most of the time you tried not to do it, but Satoru, as clever as he was, had noticed it and had taken it as a new way to mess with you, in a good way of course.

You walked in silence to your room — Kyoko was studying for another of her subjects and her parents had gone to sleep a while ago. Making as little noise as possible you sat down at your desk and opened the book to the exercise page. Putting aside the hot cup of coffee, you sat up straight, ready to spend practically the entire night, making problems over and over again.

You knew you were going to pass the exam, thanks to Satoru's explanations you knew you would get it but you still wanted to pass it. It wasn't because you didn't want to go on that date with him, to tell the truth, right now you wouldn't mind doing it.

While you were thinking that, a smile appeared on your face, which you immediately shook off. If you liked Satoru better and if Kyoko had been right, your “hatred” towards him had always been stupid.

Taking your headphones and your mobile phone, you put on your study playlist on Spotify and began working through each of the problems, with the music filling your ears.

Close to 2 a.m., you decided to get up from the seat where you had been sitting for over two hours and walk around your room to stretch and clear your mind. Your hands ached from gripping the pen so tightly, and your bed was calling out to you to go to sleep.

Your phone, which was on the table, lit up, indicating that a new notification had arrived. Weird. It was 2 a.m.—who could it be?

You picked it up and looked at the notification.

Pain in the ass

Birdie!!

Don't stay up too late and rest.

You'll do great tomorrow 💪

Feeling a mix of surprise and warmth flood through you, you read Satoru's message again, your heart fluttering at his unexpected gesture. Despite the late hour, his words brought a sense of comfort and encouragement that you hadn't realized you needed.

With a soft smile playing on your lips, you typed out a quick reply to him.

You to Pain in the ass

Thanks, Satoru.

Your message means a lot.

I'll make sure to get some rest, don’t worry.

Goodnight 💫

Sending the message, you set your phone back down on the table, you returned to your studies. But without being able to shake the feeling of warmth that lingered within you.

You heard your name being called in the distance, over and over again. It was Kyoko's voice. With your eyelashes still stuck together, you opened your eyes. In the end, you had fallen asleep while studying. At what point? You didn't know exactly.

“What are you doing here?” Kyoko asked, her eyes wide open.

“What…?”

“Your exam is in 45 minutes!”

You had fallen asleep. Damn, damn, damn. How was that possible? You got up from the chair and grabbed your phone. It hadn't rung.

“Kyoko…” You whispered, turning to look at her, feeling your chest tightening. “In 45 minutes, it's impossible for me to make it to class.” You had to take several transfers to get to the university, and usually, it took you more than an hour. “Shit... if I don't show up, I'll fail, and if I fail, they'll take away my scholarship, if they take away my scholarship, then I'll have to give up everything.” You were about to have a panic attack.

“Hey!” she grabbed your face to make you look at her. “If someone can drive you, then you'll make it on time.”

You nodded, it was true. If someone drove you, you would be there in 15 minutes. But who? Who could drive you?

And then your eyes widened as you realized there was someone. You grabbed the phone again and searched for his name among your contacts, dialing and praying that he would pick up.

“Hello!” The familiar voice came from the other end of the line. “It's rare for you to call me at…”

“Satoru!” You cried. “I fell asleep and I won't make it. Could you come pick me up by car?”

“I'll be there in less than 10 minutes, birdie.” And with that, the call ended.

You looked at Kyoko and sighed. “He said he'll be here in 10 minutes.” She looked at you in relief.

“Good, now start getting ready. You are still on your pajamas, I will prepare something for you to eat.” She started to walk away.

“Kyoko.” You called her, Kyoko looked at you from the door frame. “There is no need, you know I get extremely anxious with exams. I will eat something after the exam. Don’t worry.” She nodded and closed the door behind her.

You walked to your closet and looked for something to wear, needing to get ready quickly. You couldn't be late, nor could you keep Satoru waiting. While looking in the mirror, your phone started ringing. Turning on your heel, you approached it and picked up the phone.

“I'm outside.” Satoru's voice came through on the other end of the line.

“Alright, I'm coming out right now.” You said and hung up.

You grabbed your backpack and the notes from the table and hurried through the house. You waved goodbye to Kyoko and stepped outside, finding Satoru's car parked in front. With light steps, you approached the car and naturally got inside.

“I can't thank you enough.” You said as you settled into the seat.

“Birdie, you don't have to thank me for anything.” He said, shrugging and smiling at you. "Ready to go now?” You nodded and finished buckling your seatbelt.

Satoru made sure you had your seatbelt on and started the car. Leaving behind the neighborhood where you lived, Satoru entered the main road towards the university. You had never driven to university so the road was totally new for you.

You focused your eyes on the new view, seeing the high skyline of Tokyo and the different places ahead of you. You let a small sigh out of your lips.

While the car was still moving across the road, you subtly directed your gaze towards Satoru. You hadn't realized until now, but his blue eyes were covered by round sunglasses. As you looked at his profile you couldn't shake the growing feeling that he was in your stomach.

God Satoru Gojo is fucking handsome. You thought to yourself.

Shaking those thoughts away, you looked for your notes and opened them to review a little before the exam. Your leg began to move unconsciously, it was something that happened to you since you were little, when you were nervous.

A hand, that wasn’t yours, stopped the movement of your leg. This simple gesture caused a sensation that went straight through your whole body.

“Birdie.” Satoru’s voice echoed in the once silent car. “You will do it great…” His hand was still on your knee. And for some reason, it didn’t feel wrong or uncomfortable.

“I just…” You swallowed, trying to formulate a sentence. “I just want to make sure.”

Satoru nodded, still looking at the road before him and still having his hand on your leg. You wanted to tell him to move it. It was a gesture that felt way too intimate, way too comforting. You liked way too much.

You coughed and moved your leg, trying to make him move away his hand. He must have caught the gesture because he moved his hand away from your leg and grabbed the steering wheel again.

A feeling of emptiness and remorse settled in your chest. What an idiot you were.

The landscape began to become more familiar, as you were approaching the university. Luckily you were going to arrive in time for the exam, there were still 10 minutes left before it started. You heard Satoru murmur under his breath and felt the car slow down.

You turned to look at him to see what was happening. “What happened?”

“There is always a traffic jam at the entrance.” He explained to you. You paled for a moment to which Satoru noticing, tried to calm you down. “Birdie, there's time, we'll get there. I’ll make sure you get there.” That calmed your heart fluttering with nervousness.

The car moved slowly and the minutes started to pass, you were starting to enter the campus when the clock indicated that there were 5 minutes left for the start of the exam. You felt the car stopping right in front of your faculty.

“Go.” Satoru pointed at you with the head, you looked at him confused. “C’mon birdie, just go to the exam.”

“What about you?”

“I will find a place to park and go.” You were about to speak when Satoru spoke once again. “It’s okay, I will arrive on time and if I don’t then I will cry a little and the professor will let me in. I mean, look at this face.”

You huffed and unbuckled the car seat belt. “You better get there, because I don't want to beat you if you don't take the exam.” Satoru smiled and leaned on the steering wheel, lowering his glasses a little.

“Don't worry princess, that won't happen.”

Your cheeks turned crimson red upon hearing the new name he had given you. “Don't even think about calling me that again Gojo!” You threatened him, knowing that calling him by his last name would upset him.

“Sorry birdie, now go!” You nodded and turned around to start rushing toward the class.

Your legs moved quickly through the hallways, each step echoing through the halls of the university building. With every step, you felt the weight of your anxiety pressing down on you, urging you to move faster. Had your classroom always been this far away? It seemed like an eternity.

Finally, you reached the door to your classroom and skidded to a stop, leaning against the wall to catch the breath that had escaped your lungs. Your heart was pounding in your chest, the adrenaline from the sprint was still running through your veins, it had been a long time since you last practiced any type of exercise, so your body was no longer used to it. You took a moment to compose yourself, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly as you tried to calm your racing pulse.

Now recovered, you entered the classroom and scanned the faces of your classmates. Most were already seated, their faces a mix of nervous anticipation and focused determination. Some, were deep in last-minute discussions, whispering fervently as they exchanged notes and assurances.

Taking your usual seat, you sank into the chair and let out a long sigh, the tension in your body slowly dissipating. But as you looked around the room, a knot of worry formed in your stomach. Satoru was nowhere to be seen. Was he still looking for a place to park?

Professor Tanaka's voice cut through the murmurs of the room, signaling the start of the exam. You looked nervously at the empty seat next to you, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. If Satoru didn't arrive on time, it would be your fault. It had been you who had fallen asleep, who had made him come look for you. And now, he could lose the exam because of you. Panic gnawed at the edges of your mind as you waited, hoping against hope that he would arrive before it was too late.

You bowed your head, silently pleading for Satoru Gojo to appear at that exact moment. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow, each second feeling like an eternity as you anxiously awaited his arrival.

Then, just as your hope was beginning to wane, the door swung open and there he was, Satoru Gojo, striding into the classroom with his trademark confidence.

“Gojo, you're late.” Teacher Tanaka's voice rang out, drawing your attention back to it.

Relief flooded through you as you looked up to see him standing there.

He is here.

“Sorry, sorry.” He chuckled, flashing a cocky smile as he made his excuse. “I couldn't find a place to park, but here I am.”

“Okay, now go and sit.” Professor Tanaka instructed, pointing towards his seat.

“Thank you.” Satoru replied with a grateful nod, walking confidently towards his desk, located right next to yours.

Calmly, Satoru settled down next to you and turned his head to look at you. At that moment, your eyes met and a sudden blush invaded you. Satoru gave you a warm, mischievous smile, accompanied by a playful wink that made you blush again, it was the second time in the day.

With determination, you decided to put any distractions related to Satoru Gojo out of your mind and focused on the exam that Professor Tanaka had just handed out. With a sigh, you gripped the pen firmly and began to read the questions carefully. To your surprise, from the first moment you felt comfortable and confident, understanding each statement clearly.

A satisfied smile spread across your face as you realized that this time was different; Your hours of studying with Satoru had paid off and now you felt ready to face the challenge. With each answer you wrote, your self-confidence grew, and that feeling of accomplishment propelled you to keep going.

Concentrated and focused on your skills, you solved each problem with precision and efficiency.

After 45 minutes, you felt Satoru get up from his seat, drawing curious looks from most of your classmates. Satoru, with his characteristic playful smile, approached the teacher and handed him the exam. He didn't surprise you since he was always the first to finish the exams.

As Satoru walked towards the professor, some murmurs of surprise and admiration were heard around him. He watched as he confidently handed in his exam, exchanging a few brief words with the professor before returning to his seat.

Despite his quickness, you noticed that Satoru didn't seem worried about the outcome. He always had that carefree self-assurance that made him stand out. Meanwhile, you continued working on the exam calmly and focused, solving each question at your own pace.

Satoru's attitude was simply part of his energetic and self-confident personality. No matter the situation, he always seemed to be one step ahead. But this time I would get over it, yes you would.

You looked at your completed exam and with a smile you stood up from your seat. You walked past Satoru and gave him a subtle glance while wrinkling your nose and flashing your proud smile. You walked up to Professor Tanaka's table and handed her your test.

Turning on your heel you returned to your seat, watching as Satoru kept his gaze fixed on you while he smiled at you with a hand on his chin. You sat down in your seat and directed your gaze towards Satoru, he raised his thumb at him, wondering if he had done well for you, to which you nodded happily.

You turned your head and started looking out the window, while you waited for the exam to end. The minutes passed slowly, as you watched the students go from one side to the other across the campus. You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and thanks in part to the help of the person you would have least imagined. Satoru Gojo.

It had been over a month since you were paired up for the project, and in that time, you had become closer, as much as it was hard for you to admit. Over the past two weeks, you found that your attitude towards him, as well as your feelings, changed.

With each passing day, your interactions with him became more meaningful and you couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in your emotions. What started as a group project duo you hated and loathed was turning into something deeper, something that stirred your heart in unexpected ways. And something that scared you greatly with every movement you made.

The class was filled with noise and agitated movements of your classmates — the exam was over. You sighed letting out the air of tension and stood up from your seat. Only to run into Satoru looking at you carefully with those blue eyes again. Did he ever look away from you?

“How was birdie?” He smiled at you.

You smiled widely, showing your teeth. “Perfect. I’m going to win our bet.” You challenged him.

“Oh.” He formed an 'o' with his lips. “I can't wait to see that.” A smile appeared on his lips.

“Satoruuuuu.” A voice approached both of you, it was one of your classmates, you saw them a couple of time but never interacted with them.

“Hey.” Satoru smiled with a flirtatious smile drawn on his face, you rolled your eyes at the gesture.

“Satoru, I was wondering.” They looked around and also looked at you. And you swore the gaze wasn’t a nice one. “I’m really bad at this subject and well you’re the best.” To which Satoru nodded with a smile. “I was wondering if you could help me study, we could meet up after classes and you could teach me.” They started touching Satoru’s arm which made an unpleasant sensation run through your body.

Satoru took their hand and placed it far away from him. “Sorry but I don't give private classes.” You looked at him confused, that was clearly a lie. “Now, we will be leaving. Birdie, let’s go?” You looked at him still confused with the lie he just told.

As both of you began to walk away, you overheard the friends of your classmate approaching them.

“I thought she couldn't stand him.” One of them remarked.

“Yeah, and apparently he's been giving her private classes.” Another added.

“Yeah, you know what type of private classes, right?” One of them chuckled. “Her knees must be all red.” The group erupted into laughter.

You rolled your eyes at the disgusting rumors, but over the years, you had learned to ignore such talk behind your back.

Suddenly, Satoru's voice cut through the air. He was no longer beside you. When did he move? “Repeat that if you dare.” He said. “Did you really think I wouldn't hear you with a voice so piercing it echoes throughout the classroom?” A shiver ran down your spine. You had never seen Satoru angry or heard him speak in such a tone. And judging by the stares directed at him, neither had anyone else.

“I…” The person who made the comment stuttered, trembling with fear at the sight of Satoru Gojo's imposing figure and fierce glare.

“What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Satoru taunted.

“Satoru.” The one who had approached him earlier to ask for a private class stepped forward. “My friend didn't mean it that way.”

“Is that so?” Satoru said snorting. “Then what did they mean?”

“Satoru.” Your classmate insisted, looking somewhat uncomfortable under Satoru's piercing gaze. “They were just joking around, you know how it is.”

Satoru's expression remained stern, his eyes fixed on the group. “Joking around about what, exactly?” He demanded, his voice laced with a simmering anger.

The group exchanged nervous glances, realizing they were caught in an uncomfortable situation. “We... we didn't mean anything by it.” One of them mumbled.

“And what exactly did you mean, then?” He pressed, his voice low and threatening.

One of the friends stammered, struggling to find words under Satoru's intense scrutiny. “We... we were just messing around, you know?” They muttered weakly.

Satoru's eyes narrowed, his patience becoming thinner with each word that was coming out of their mouths. “Messing around at whose expense?” He snapped, his voice rising with anger.

The group flinched. “We... we didn't mean to offend anyone.” Another one muttered.

You almost laughed out loud hearing them.

Satoru took a step forward, his presence dominating the space between them. “Words have consequences.” He growled. “Think before you speak, or face the consequences.”

With that, Satoru turned on his heel and walked away, leaving the group stunned into silence. As he approached you, you could see his face relaxing and his anger slowly dissipating.

“Sorry about that.” He said, his tone softer now. “You are okay?”

You nodded, not giving much importance to the words of people you didn’t know.

Together, you continued on your way, leaving behind the echoes of the confrontation. As you walked, you couldn't help but give small gazes at Satoru, you wouldn’t have thought Satoru would have stepped out just for you but he did.

Arriving at the cafeteria, you sat one in front of the other and with a cup on each hand.

“Thank you.” You whispered. “For you know, stepping in. There was no need…”

“What do you mean there was no need?” He left his cup on the table. “They were bad mouthing you, trying to create rumors that were no true.”

“People like to talk.” You shrugged casually. “At the end of the day the important thing is what the people who matter to you think about you. Not those with whom you have never exchanged a word and surely never will. They talk because their lives are so extremely boring that to satisfy that void they have, they have to fill it with lies and bad words about others.” You picked up your cup and calmly sipped it again.

You didn't care if people talked behind your back, yes sometimes those words like knives could stab you hard. But at the end of the day those people were insignificant to you, the people you cared about weren't those people so if they wanted to think that you had been sucking Satoru Gojo's cock, then they should. With that story created in their heads, you knew that envy was eating away at them.

“No.” You observed as Satoru's fists tightened on the table, his expression a blend of frustration and indignation. “It doesn't matter if you'll never interact with those people, or if they mean nothing to you. No one deserves to be spoken about in the way they did there.” He declared, his voice carrying a hint of intensity. “You don't deserve that, birdie. You don't deserve anyone speaking ill of you. Because you are truly wonderful and only deserve good and praising words.”

His words resonated deeply, igniting a warmth in your chest as if a comforting flame had been kindled. It was remarkable how Satoru possessed the ability to evoke such a profound sense of reassurance with just a few simple words.

As you met his earnest gaze, you felt your cheeks warmer.

“You’re an idiot.” You said hiding your face in the coffee cup.

Satoru looked at you offended. "What have I done?" He cried.

You were about to reply when your phone started to sound on your bag. “Hi.” You said.

The happy voice of Haibara sounded on the other side of the phone singing your name. “I was calling you to tell you that tomorrow we will be closing the store. So you don’t have to come, you are free!”

“Oh!” You gasped in surprise. “That’s great! But nothing happened right?”

“Nop.” He popped out the ‘p’. “Just enjoy your weekend. Now I need to leave! Bye!” And with that he hanged out.

You looked at you phone for an instant. “What happened?” Satoru spoke.

“Nothing.” You put your phone aside. “Haibara called me, he wanted to tell me that tomorrow I would be free.”

“Great.” He smiled. “The basketball team is having a party at the disco. Wanna come?” He cockily looked at you.

“Are you inviting me out, Satoru Gojo?” You raised an eyebrow. “The results for the exam aren’t out yet.” You challenged him.

“Oh princess if I win the bet I won’t be taking you out to an ugly club.” There it was again that new nickname that turned yourself on.

“Gojo.” You replied with a mocking tone. “Don't even think about calling me that.”

“Kyoko is coming.” He said ignoring your words.

“How do you know that?”

“Suguru is my best friend and Kyoko is his girlfriend, duh.” He said sticking his tongue out.

“I will think about it.”

“Pretty please.” He said pouting.

“I didn’t know the great Satoru Gojo could pout like a puppy.” You mocked.

“Oh for you I would that and much more.”

The conversation was taking an unexpected turn, entering a territory that felt strangely flirtatious. Were you inadvertently sending signals, or was Satoru intentionally leading the interaction in that direction?

You shook your head, dismissing the thought as absurd. No, that couldn't be it. Surely, it was just a result of the comfortable rapport you shared as friends, nothing more. And Satoru, well, he was just being his usual charismatic self, right?

But despite your attempts to rationalize it, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of your mind. Could there be something more to these exchanges? Or were you simply overthinking things?

You couldn't deny it, you felt attracted to his presence and appreciated the moments you spent together. And as your connection had deepened, so had your feelings that blossomed within you.

You still didn't want to admit that something had changed in you regarding Satoru Gojo. But you knew it was there, your feelings for him were undeniable and showed no signs of fading.

You brushed off those thoughts, chalking it up to imagination. After all, you and Satoru were just friends, nothing more, nothing less. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

Note: a more transitory chapter than other thing, but the real shit is about to start in the next chapter.

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tae-rambles · 5 months ago

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OP ch 1125 SPOILERS

my reaction as i read:

so i guess finding Minamoto will be Yamabro's next mission

also i'm glad to see Oden's castle being rebuilt but shouldn't there be like a gigantic crater from Kaido blasting it and then Shinobu using her fruit?

is Lucci protecting Stussy or did Kaku lie to him? based on Kaku's expression i'm betting on the latter

the vice admirals look like children who were caught doing something bad and called in front of the principal lol

oh, this is so funny... Saturn ordering to study Emet in secret is fkin hilarious

also, this is a confirmation that Saturn got the eternal youth surgery like Imu (though the "youth" part is debatable lol) and we can infer the others got it too most likely (that doesn't mean that they are from the oid Century though - remember how they talked about the Nika fruit like it's a legend for them? it's very possible these Gorosei aren't the original ones. i do believe Imu is from the VC tho)

Doberman, aren't you a vice admiral? one would think he'd already know not to ask such questions lol

still wondering what the glare attack is tho. it doesn't seem to be haki since there's no lightning to provide a visual cue for us but who knows... Oda might not be adding the lightning just to confuse us

huh? Edison? he's still alive :D ! (of course he is..) but also wtf just happened? Edison i love your genius brain so much! that's one less victory for the World Government (suck it York! and Gorosei! >:D)

seeing Tenryubito suffer (if it can even be called suffering) brings smile to my face

holy shit! Garling! omg... are they gonna kill Saturn?

also, does he even know anything about science? (although... judging by the current state of the world... one doesn't need to know anything about a subject to be in charge of it...)

Garling really just said "how do you do fellow kids" lol

and the rest of the Gorosei don't look very happy lol i wonder if there's a hidden meaning behind the last reaction shot being Peter's... might the traitor theory be true?

oh that was beautiful! rest in piss Saturn ^-^ i'm so glad it wasn't quick and painless >:)

damn, only bones left (i so need to know wtf is going on with Imu's powers)

the rest of the Satellites! :D

lmao what is that

you do indeed have lovely proportions Shaka lol

oh hi Haredas :D of course they know each other

my darling husband Sabo is connecting the dots he's so smart

(Iva too) so Tequila Wolf isn't the only one... i'm guessing there's one for each Blue (and why tf are they all named after alcoholic drinks)

Dragon always the realist

for a breather chapter in-between arcs a bunch of big stuff happened and were revealed. just seeing Saturn die painfully made this an excellent chapter lol

#one piece #one piece 1125 #one piece spoilers #tae rambles

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rhodesrider · 2 years ago

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Superman

Roman R. x Little!Reader (Feat. Platonic! Jey and Jimmy Uso )

Minors DNI // 18+ // Age Regression warning

“Wait wait, you think Roman is who?” Y/N shushed Jey and Jimmy quick picking at her fingers nervous of her caregiver coming out of his office to see what was all the commotion. Jey blinked looking at her confused until he put two and two together. Not only was the poor girl in her little space but she noticed small things about Roman to make her think that he was Superman.

“Babygirl. Roman is not Superman.” Jimmy snickered some, but Y/N was serious. “Oh? Then why does daddy leave at weird times at nights and in the morning?” She smirked. But jey had a answer for that. “Y/N he goes on night runs and morning Jogs.” He sighed. “Sure he does, next your gonna say he not allergic to green glowing things.” She sighed. “He’s not?” Jimmy countered. “Then why did he throw away all my glow sticks?!” She said. “They were in the floor baby.” Jey laughed. She soon felt her face hot, she groaned and walk away knowing that her daddy was Superman. “If they don’t believe me, I’ll just make my own investigation.”

She ran to Romans’ office knocking on the door smiling as he opened it. “Hey princess, daddy’s quite not done yet but what’s up?” He squatted down to her kissing her cheeks. “Daddy could I get some printer paper? I ran out of sketch paper..” she pouted. He nodded and he went in his office right quick leaving the door cracked. She peeked in the door looking in seeing if she could find something abnormal. She scanned the room using careful eyesight and soon saw a pair of glasses on his desk. She stepped from the door as she hears footsteps and received the printing paper. “Thank you!” She smiled and ran off back to the living room where her uncles were playing the game. “Guys! I knew he was Superman!” She said in a hushed yelling tone. Jey paused the co-op game and looked at her while Jimmy just laughed a bit. “What other evidence you have?” Jey said not really wanting to entertain this but it seems like he doesn’t have much of a choice. “I saw “reading glasses” on his desk.” She said. “Daddy has great vision why does he need glasses?” She smirked happy with her evidence. “Well I mean that’s not enough evidence hun, every 30 year old man got glasses for reading.” After hearing the slight rebuttal she pouted. Jey was talking to her but out of the corner of jimmys eye he saw Roman peeking, he pulled his phone out and texted jimmy. Jimmy looked at his phone and rolled his eyes.

“Just play along.”

“Wait Jey.” Jey was stopped mid reasoning and looked at his brother. “Maybe she has a point,But idk the glasses ain’t enough still. If anything hard evidence comes from facts as well.” Jey blinked and soon his phone vibrated, he peeked at the text and groaned. But still kept his character. “Man, there’s no way that man in there is Superman.” He got up putting the controller down and walked away. “Uncle Jey doesn’t believe me…” Y/N pouted sitting down in his seat. “But I do.” Jimmy smiles. “Roman goes to bed at 10 o clock tonight. We can look around in his study some more.” Jimmy smirked. Y/N nodded excited and hugged her uncle going to get ready for bed. Soon out of sight Roman and Jey popped up again. “Why are you like this?” Jey asked Roman. “Look I think it’s kinda cute! Besides it could be fun.” He smirked. “So what u got set up?” Jimmy asked and Roman started to plan as so.

“Ok sweetie this is the plan.” Jimmy legit was going all out for this. He made a map and everything. Of course with Romans way of setting it up leaving a valuable little treasure in the safe. Y/N ran down most of the plan and gave some important notes in scented markers. As everyone heads to bed, Y/N sneaked out her room and so did Jimmy heading to the study. He opened the door slow and looked in giving the ok to start the investigation. The flashlights moved around the room and Y/N was so excited to find something a piece of evidence to show that her amazing caregiver could be the man of steal. “Hey over here.” Jimmy called as she was looking in his cabinets losing focus. Jimmy pointed to the safe. “Wait, uncle we don’t have a code.” She point feeing like the job was pointless. “Hm. What do you think the code would be?” She thought long and hard, soon remembering. She punched the code in and it opened after two beeps. “My birthday.” She smirked and peeked in seeing something was glowing. “Wait…a rock?” Jimmy was a bit confused, but he looked over at Y/N seeing her eyes sparkle. “No uncle. It’s kryptonite.”

The next day rolls over and Roman stepped out his study looking down at his phone. Soon stepped out Y/N, getting mentally prepared for what she’s about to try. “Hey daddy..” Roman turned around and soon saw the green stone in her hand. “I’m sorry!” She closed her eyes getting it closer to Roman and he had to act fast. He soon groaned a bit and moved back acting as if he was getting away from the stone as much as he could. “Pumpkin where did you get that?!” He asked peeking at her, she through the stone away far from them and she went to him in tear thinking she hurt the poor “superhero”. “Daddy I’m so sorry I knew your secret are you Okies?!” She sniffled and checked him really worried. It touches his heart seeing her so caring about him sometimes. “Well sweetie…you finally know. But you have to keep it secret for me. No matter what. Daddy has enemies that want him to disappear.” She nodded fast and hugged him smiling brightly. “I knew it.” She giggled.

But how long will this game continue? Check out next time ;) I’m pretty sure the friends he called would love to play along.

#wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #jey uso #jimmy uso #age regression #roman reigns imagines #roman reigns fanfic

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sigynsilica · 2 years ago

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Well, let's not gatekeep the information from them, that's not fair. Here's a quick crash course in how to think critically.

My credentials are: I took a course in childhood development in High Skool and they taught me what critical thinking consisted of in the context of mental development and growth.

There are seven main qualifications of critical thinking, each being important patterns to get your brain into on their own, and together, they compile what most people refer to when they talk about critical thinking.

1) ask not only what happens, but how and why

How is important because then you can prevent a bad thing from happening again, or encourage a good one to happen again.

Why is important, because cause and effect is one of the most helpful tools in the universe. If you know punching someone will have the effect of them getting hurt, you will be more likely to think before you punch someone.

Some easy practice for this qualification: ask why and how more often. Even if you know the answer, there might be more than one reason why. Once you're comfortable asking these questions, try making educated guesses as to why or how an event might have occured. The goal here is to get you questioning, not to get you right.

2) Examine supposed "facts" to determine whether there is evidence to support them.

Even professionals in their fields make mistakes, especially in small details. Suppose someone randomly brings up that Freddy Mercury was straight, and I don't know anything at all about Freddy Mercury. I might just take that person's word for it (I probably would if I didn't know better, ngl). This is a very mild form of casual misinformation, but I see it more often in online discourse when people quote statistics or studies, and someone follows up on them and reveals the op either misunderstood the study or were twisting the contents of the study to match their talking points.

Practice for this one: notice when people are stating things – anything – like it's objectively true. Then take a moment to do some research, and find out whether they're right according to anyone else.

3) Argue in a reasoned way rather than through emotions.

This is a qualification that often gets bent into pretzel-shapes. There is a time and a place for emotions, and in arguing with emotions. Emotions interact with people's actions, so they have visible effect on the real world. But if someone, for example, says that the government should ban all drag because it makes them uncomfortable, be skeptical of that. It's an appeal to emotion, and the other real-world effects that banning drag would have on so many people take a higher priority than this one person's feelings.

Homework: practice identifying when it's appropriate to use "I feel" statements. Sometimes your feelings have a meaningful weight upon the argument in question, but sometimes they don't.

Remember, if someone's actions make you uncomfortable or sad or angry, and they cannot or will not stop, those feelings you're experiencing are valid. That doesn't automatically make them a bad person, though, it means you rub each other the wrong way, in whatever context. You can control your own actions accordingly. And by that I mean distance yourself. Here on Tumblr you can block them. No shame in that, in fact that's better for your mental health than constantly engaging in discourse with them. Sometimes choosing not to argue is a result of critical thinking.

4) Recognize that there is sometimes more than one good answer or explanation.

This one's important to keep in mind when going into step one. Critical thinking is not about getting things right. It's about skepticism and the art of doubt. It's thinking about something in a critical light, and because there is not one right way to think, there is not one right way to approach the answers or explanations of things. This one gets sabotaged a lot in the public schooling system, which only cares about getting good grades and getting the "right" answers on tests. Just because someone came to a different conclusion than you doesn't mean one of you has to be wrong.

Homework: try thinking of multiple explanations for events yourself. If someone asks you an open-ended question, think of two or more equally good answers. Also, if you see someone come up with another conclusion, repress the urge to assume they're disagreeing with you.

5) Compare various answers and judge which is the best answer.

Best, in this context, means most helpful or most likely. For example, if someone is talking about how an enormous boulder got onto the top of the hill, one person might say "maybe the wind and rain eroded it into shape", and another might say "maybe someone rolled it up there". There definitely is a possibility that the wind and rain did that, that's a documented geographical phenomenon. But if there's marks in the dust around the boulder that lead in a trail down to the foot of the hill, or a buff dude flopped exhausted on the ground next to the boulder, you might judge that the buff dude might've rolled the boulder up the hill. That would be the "best" answer in this example.

Homework: when you come up with, or find two different answers in your skepticism and doubt, look into the context of both answers. Do some research to figure out which answer is more likely to be correct.

6) Evaluate what other people say before accepting it as truth.

This differs from number two in that it's a little more generalized. Number two says "be skeptical of things posited as "facts"" and this one says "be wary of what people say in general. Don't just trust people when they say stuff. Ask questions. Do your own research. As my mom would say, consider the source. If someone is telling you Bluebell's fudge bars are the best in the world, you might want to check to see if that person is trying to sell you Bluebell fudge bars. People sometimes lie and twist the truth, or they'll believe things that aren't true, for a multitude of reasons that I'm not going to get into.

Homework: Try to figure out why someone would whole-heartedly believe something that you whole-heartedly don't. If you're arguing against someone, try to find out why they're saying the things they are. What motives do they have for trying to convince you of their point? Is what they're saying the whole truth? Do they know if it's the whole truth or not? And why would they believe it in the first place?

7) Ask questions and speculate beyond what is known to create new ideas and new information.

This is the step where we put it all together! This is where we do the magic of thinking of entirely new things. If doing A thing made B happen... Maybe doing C thing will make B happen again? Or will it make D happen?

This is the first step of the scientific method: the hypothesis. The guessing of what could happen beyond what already has.

Asking questions is also a big part of this. Make sure you ask the questions of "has this already been tried? How did it work? What could have gone better or worse? How could we have done things to create better results?"

Homework: do some guess work. See if you can figure out based on pattern prediction what's going to happen next in a story. Try something new, and make a hypothesis about how it will go.

Like I said, critical thinking is the art of doubt. It's a very valuable tool for navigating online spaces, especially discourse, but it's not a virtue, and lacking it is not a vice. Like op said here, it is a learned skill, and one not everyone is capable of.

Which does make me a bit suspicious of them when they say something like that, because the notes are putting off the vibes of "haha yes some people don't know how to thinking... but I know how to thinking! Aren't we so glad we're not dumb like people who weren't taught how to interact with knowledge and learning?"

Yeah um hi hello I'm one of those people who had to learn critical thinking by hand, and posts like this putting down people like me who were trying to figure stuff out with zero help from my upbringing? Those weren't helpful. No hate to op obviously, but I did want to make sure that their post wasn't just being used to put people down.

Either way, be very gentle with yourself and others as you're learning and practicing your new skill. It's not considered socially appropriate to express your doubt of someone to their face, so be polite and respectful of other's opinions and worldviews as you evaluate them critically. Maybe don't make it obvious that you're practicing your Art of Doubt on them while they're just trying to talk to you about how much they love Bluebell fudge bars.

do you ever see a “hot take” and you’re like ohhhhhhhhhhhhh critical thinking is a learned skill and op has not put in the practice

#critical thinking

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youshouldnthomeschool · 11 months ago

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A Pulcinella Secret

Homeschooling families who are performing poorly are typically engaging in a Pulcinella secret. Everybody in the family knows what's going on, they're just not sharing.

If you're a Potential Homeschool Parent (PHP), you'll find this out quickly; if you're a current Homeschool Parent (HP) I'd readily bet $100 and my left hand you've already engaged in this behavior. If you're a child who's been homeschooled, this post will make you laugh and laugh, because of course it will.

Nobody wants to admit the Emperor is naked, and a HP is the Emperor. After all, when homeschooling goes wrong, there's nobody left to look to but the HP. It can't be society, or the school system, or peers, can it? And it can't be the child, because it would mean the HP is failing as a parent to raise a child properly able, ready, and willing to learn for them as their student.

A HP is quick to offer white lies and half truths and outright fabrications to keep up the pretense that all is right with the world. And unfortunately, they often compel their homeschooled child to participate in this illusion to outsiders. "We're doing great in math! Ayden is such an advanced student I can't keep up with him anymore, so he's studying online now." Ayden is nodding along, but you and I (and Ayden) know how frustrated you became when you struggled to teach multiplying and dividing fractions and simply created a log in for Khan Academy and walked away. "Brayden is so creative, I'm looking into art classes he can join!" Brayden smiles and says, Yes, indeed, he loves art. But you and I and Brayden know you've been "looking into" art classes for months and it isn't actually going to happen - sure sounds good, though, doesn't it? "People say homeschoolers are lonely, but Cayden has lots of friends!" Cayden doesn't contradict you, but, boy, he thinks, he sure used to. He left them behind at public school and you're in no particular rush to drive him to his friend's homes on weekends. They've been drifting away, and he hasn't seen his friends in months now. (You're not worried, though, because you go to that co-op group once a month and he can hang out with the neighborhood kids, right?)

Here's the thing, PHP and HP. Ayden, Brayden, and Cayden are silent for now. It's no secret you hold the keys to the kingdom and any homeschooled child knows they have to go along. But they don't stay children, and if you're plastering over all the cracks in the walls instead of fixing the foundation your house is going to come crumbling down before you know it. Many a HP has been embarrassed by an adult child who refuses to play along anymore and starts to share their real experiences - and your shortcomings. Eventually the Emperor is forced to see himself as he really is, and nobody's keeping any secrets at all.

#homeschooling #whyyoushouldnthomeschool #education

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thestarswithinthesewalls · 1 year ago

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Lost_Scarecrow commented on my fic with engaging statements about how the Mk gang and Redson’s family have more experience and overall power qhen it comes to the Umbrellas and it got me thinking if we were to flat out think about the Umbrella characters how would things pan out.

Considering the everyday op villains of the week that Mk's gang face, I totally get you. The Umbrella would look at them like they're crazy hearing all this cartoon sh*t. Just the thought of their faces makes me laugh honestly.

At first I thought the same thing you did, but the more I mulled over it and kinda skimmed though the comics, I realised that the Umbrella (some of them) would actually stand a chance if they used the powers to their full extent and with proper practice.

Some that stood out to me is that, so far, most of the Monkey gang have displayed, or rather, prefer using physical powers. (I don't know how else to put it.) Things like strength, transformations, beams, speed, etc. From their lore that I know of most do use magic that's not physical, but rarely. Ancient artifacts, lady bone demon's mind control, the scrolls, etc.

Considering their fighting styles, I immediately ruled out Luther and Diego. The Mk gang would easily be able to deflect and reflect 2x as hard. Then I came to Allison. Her power kinda functions in the same as LBD if she managed to get close enough to one of them. As we have seen previously, they are not able to deflect mind control so they wouldn't be able the deflect her rumors (we've even seen that now she may not even need to say "I heard a rumor")

Next Viktor. Truthfully, I haven't done a real deep dive on him, so yeah. From what I know now Viktor could start off with bursting some eardrums and destroying people's sense of balance. You can't exactly defend yourself from that. For people who can heal quickly like Monkey King it's not a problem, but for others...

Viktor also has powers like force-field generation and matter manipulation. He has been shown have some sort of telekinesis. If he wanted he could like blow up a liver or lung or something. Heart for a fatality and that's only some of what he can do.

Lila can copy. That goes a long way and that's all I need to say.

Klaus, firstly, is immortal. Next, Klaus can literally utilize the undead to do his biding as we saw in the beginning of season 2 when he conjoined up the dead soldiers to fight for him and catch him when he fell. He could literally make his own army to fight for him and they would never die as long as Klaus never died. That would be an issue for the Mk gang.

Lastly, Five. Five is literally called the most dangerous temporal assassin in the field and the most powerful man in time. There is a lot he hasn't done in the show with his powers (which I hope we will see later on) I feel like there is a lot he could do with his time travel, but right now he's afraid of f***ing everything up again, so he's kind of holding off on it. Speaking about his teleportation, Five is able to teleport other people and objects. He could just teleport his enemies to different parts of the world if he wanted to make time. Or in front of a bus or something... If things didn't go they way he wanted he could just go back to the start of the day or a couple years prior if he wanted to prepare to the highest degree. Five's also a quick study and smart as hell which has benefited him multiple time and I bet would benefit him in his fight with the Mk gang as well. He has genuis-level intellect and an expert tactician.

Sorry for the long breakdown. I've been meaning to spew these overflowing thoughts.

#umbrella academy au #umbrella acedmy #the umbrella academy #lego monkie kid #fanfic #writer #lmk #ua #fanfiction #typing this in the car #road trip

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no-passaran · 3 months ago

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Studies in many countries have found that needing glasses or having the wrong prescription (usually that means wearing old glasses when eyesight has worsened over time) is one of the main causes for school failure. A study by Spain's General Council of Optometrists concluded that 30% of school failure is due to this. I don't know how accurate the number is since it's a study by an organisation with monetary interest in the matter, but regardless of how accurate the exact number is, there's no doubt that it's a problem. I had it myself for some time when I was in high school, and when I finally got glasses and could see the blackboard, school suddenly became so much easier (I could accurately write down notes and didn't spend so long trying to figure out what it says that I didn't have time to write down all the relevant information, thus I could study for exams with all the information needed, and without all the headache given by the effort). School would become so much easier to so many people with the simple change of getting glasses.

Other countries and age groups have found the same. According to Johns Hopkins University (USA):

The American Academy of Ophthalmology estimates that 80 percent of all learning during a child's first 12 years comes through the eyes. Now consider that 10 percent of preschoolers and 25 percent of kids in grades K through six have vision deficiencies, according to the American Public Health Association. Furthermore, many youngsters are misdiagnosed with learning disabilities when they actually have an undetected vision problem.

A study conducted with over 3,000 students in China found that providing free glasses to school children significantly improved their performance in mathematics. They found that whether the children group was given free glasses had an even bigger impact on the child's results than how much education their parents have or family wealth.

This is a problem for all people, because it can be difficult to detect that you see worse than you're supposed to (unless it was a quick deterioration or you have compared your sight with others, you're used to how you see so you often assume that's the normal way to see). It's even worse in the case of children, because they might be less aware of eye problems and in some cases adults don't react when they are told by the child or when they see the clues that the child doesn't see well enough. But, above all, it's also a class issue that is way worse in "third world countries", rural areas, and poor families who can't afford the glasses or a visit to the eye doctor.

Poor vision is the most common impairment affecting school aged children in the developing world, comprising 48% of all disability among children aged 5 to 9 years in the India census of 2001. (source)

Myopia is on the rise, it has even been called the 21st century pandemic. Same way as some countries already provide a free dentist visit in schools, it would be very useful if schools also had an eye doctor come in to make sure all children are checked. Of course, adding eye doctors to the free universal healthcare system is also very important to ensure everyone can get the treatment they need.

Going back to OP's point, none of this means that people who wear glasses in "1st world countries" should be necessarily considered disabled, but bad eye sight can definitely be a disability and have consequences, and there are things we can do to make it better. I wish I could have had these things when I was in high school!

Made the mistake of bringing up that needing glasses is a disability on tiktok and people got real mad.

“You can fix it with glasses” yeah, cuz they’re a disability aid? But like, I still have to pay 160 bucks to use my own fucking eyes?

Like, by definition, if your eyes do not work without aid, you have a disability to see.

Having a disability doesn’t automatically put you in what people consider the “disabled” category, but that doesn’t change the fact that it is in fact, a disability.

#💬#long answer because not seeing what we were supposed to write down was very annoying to me in high school #and I didn't think it was a matter of glasses or not because many other people around me also couldn't see #until it was too much and i got tested and turns out i should have been wearing glasses probably for years at that point #it's something that is easy to solve but you need to have the money

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lawscorazon · 2 years ago

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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊

⊹˚. ♡ ft. luffy, zoro & sanji

“but i don’t wanna… </3”

{❦} pairing — multiple chars. x gn!reader

{❦} content warning — college!au, monster trio as best friends, humor, mentions of smoking marijuana

{❦} authors note — small collection of hcs inspired by me complaining abt having to do homework </3

such a big meanie. don’t even bother complaining cause he doesn’t care </3

“zorooo” you whine, slamming your book on your lap and rustling the pages of your many notebooks sprawled across your bed.

he offers an apathetic grunt on the other end of the phone on his trek across campus from practice.

“zorrooo,” you drawl again to garner a reaction from your best friend.

“what do you want?” he speaks, cutting you an quick glance before fixing his eyes ahead of him.

“i don’t want to do my homework” you pout. your hands has a mind of its own as it doodles away in the corner of your notebook.

“then don’t” is his curt response.

“but i have to” you persist.

“then do it”

“but i don’t—”

“—then don’t”

“but—”

“—then just do it and stop complaining about it, y/n. you do this every week” he says with finality.

you were only half-joking. why does he have to be such a big meanie all the time?

“ugh, you’re so mean. stupid mosshead….” you trail off, trying to conceal the mild hurt in your voice.

“yeah, and you’re annoying.”

when the air is silent for more than a few seconds, zoro knows he’s gone too far.

“look,” he starts with a sigh, “we both know you’re too much a smart-ass to let yourself fail, okay? the sooner you stop complaining the sooner you’ll be finished, so just suck it up and finish.” there’s a softness in his voice.

you look up at your best friend with a grin on your face. “so you think i’m smart?”

“i’m hanging up.”

“no! don’t!”

✧*:･ﾟ#𝐌. 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

if you’re looking for academic encouragement i’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong place… but you knew that.

“ugh! luffy!” you groan, followed by an exasperated sigh.

“yeah?” luffy answers, not bothering to look up from his phone. the audio on his phone changes sporadically as he scrolls aimlessly through tiktok.

“i don’t wanna do this shit right now” you huff, dropping your pencil on the picnic table and slamming your head in your book in defeat.

“you wanna go smoke and watch the squirrels fight over the trash?” eyes still glued to his ever scrolling screen.

you peel your head up from the table, locking eyes with your friend. “…yeah”

your lips curled into a mischievous grin as you exchanged knowing glances before swiftly standing up and gathering your things.

“i’ll roll up.”

“i’ll call usopp.”

✧*:･ﾟ#𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

so studious it makes you sick to your stomach, but you couldn’t ask for a better study buddy <3

“but i don’t wanna!” you cry, clutching your phone for dear life. you promised sanji to give it up after your 15 minute break and unfortunately for you, the timer had just went off.

“c’mon give it here” sanji says holding his hand out.

“i won’t do it again, i promise” you say, your puppy dog eyes big and glossy and your bottom lip jutted out into a pout.

“you’re cute, but it’s not gonna work this time.” he says beckoning you with his outstretched hand.

“fine” you huff, forfeiting your phone.

“45 minutes. just read for 45 minutes and then we’ll take another 15 minute break. you can have it back then”

“i hate you” you mutter with no real bite.

“love you too”

𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃. ❦

op masterlist. tag list. ko-fi.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #black leg sanji #zoro x reader #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #one piece x reader

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aizawasbrattyprincess · 3 years ago

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g o l d e n

Hi dear! Thanks so much for this request (and sorry this took way longer than expected because I had to pick up more work shifts). I had fun writing this! Make sure you take care of yourself too!

artist gn!reader x sir crocodile (op)

tw: none!

word count: 1.0k

a/n: Can’t believe I’ve had this blog for a year now. Thank you for the 500+ followers! I love every single one of you 🖤🖤🖤

buy me a ko-fi?

゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋

When Sir Crocodile was pissed, everyone knew better than to get in his way, not wanting to suffer a slow and painful death. No one, not even his agents, had dared to tell him that he was late for another important meeting with the big clients and investors. The absence of the usual cigar in between his teeth made him clench his jaw harder as the Warlord stormed down the hallway, abandoning all his duties and responsibilities. He only had one destination in his mind — the study room at the very end of the hallway, away from everyone and everything else.

Crocodile stopped right before the doors, combing his hair back and readjusting his scarf to calm himself down. He then let himself into the room as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb you, who was too preoccupied to notice him. You were seated at your own desk next to his, nose scrunched as you worked on finishing your painting. A few torn and destroyed canvases were laid next to your feet, having wasted hours on finding the right inspiration to perfectly capture your thoughts. Despite having an array of watercolours to choose from, none of the colours seemed right to you. Your sketches and line art didn’t seem up to your standard either. You didn’t know what you were wrong. In all honesty, you wanted to give up and throw away all your art supplies. Folding your arms across your chest, you huffed and sank back into the plush seat.

“That looks wonderful, my love.”

The sudden low voice surprised you, causing you to almost topple the mug of paint water over. Thankfully, your quick reflexes prevented the carpeted floor from being dirty.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that. Everything all right?”

“No. Nothing’s gone the way I want it to. And this?” you pouted, holding up your canvas. “I can barely blend the colours right. It looks like absolute shit.”

Crocodile moved towards your side and placed the canvas back onto the easel, taking a few long seconds to appreciate your artwork.

“This may not be your best work, love, but it is not shit. I know that because everything that you do, you put your love into it, so don’t beat yourself up.”

“But still-”

He shook his head, softly shushing you. You leaned into him, hugging his large frame in embarrassment as he calmed you down as best as he could, rubbing your back in soft circles.

“You just need to take a break now and then. Don’t overwork yourself, you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir,” you sniffled.

“Good. Now, do you need me to stay?”

You wanted him to stay, but you had already taken too much of his time. You knew he had far more important things to worry about instead of you and your trivial matters, so you shook your head. He was surprised that you refused him.

“Are you sure, my love?” he confirmed, reluctant to leave your side.

“Mmhmm, I’ll be fine. Go on for your meeting, honey,” you assured. “Oh, but before that, here.”

You fished a cigar and a match from your pocket and held it up for him. He looked at you thoughtfully, a slight smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. Crocodile knew you didn’t smoke, in fact, you hated the mere smell, yet you always carried some around with you. He promised to make it up to you one day, but for now, he was just glad to have a smoke after spending the entire afternoon gritting his teeth. Crocodile took a slow puff, careful not to blow the thick, white smoke in your direction.

“I’ll see you later then. If you need anything, just call me. Or make those lazy bastards outside work. At least they’d be useful for something.”

“All right, all right. Now go, please,” you laughed before pushing Crocodile out of the study.

Crocodile strode down the hallway with a hum, his luxurious new black coat flapping behind him as the smoke twirled skyward. Your eyes widened when the rays of sunlight poured through the glass window, alighting softly upon his pale skin and giving his raven hair just the right shimmer. You raced back to your desk, snatching a fresh canvas from a stacked pile on the floor and pushing the old one off the easel. You immediately set work on it, forgoing the sketching and going straight to dipping your brushes in warm paint colours.

For Crocodile, the hours had passed longer than he wanted to, the unbearable meeting ending after the sun had set. He simply got up and left, not bothering to see his visitors out. He even hoped they would take a wrong turn and get eaten by the bananawani instead, so he wouldn’t ever have to deal with them again. His mind was now solely focused on you, worried that you were still in your slump. Knocking on the study room door this time, he called out to you but received no response in return. He found you still at your desk, dozing off with a paintbrush in your right hand, making him feel guilty that you had been waiting for him for so long. Deciding against waking you up from your peaceful slumber, he intended to take the paintbrush from you. However, he got distracted by the painting — a portrait of him bathed in golden light, smiling over his shoulder. As much as he was an egoistical bastard, he admitted you had made him look better than he was, as royal as a king. Mirroring the smile, Crocodile sighed deeply in contentment. He couldn’t be more proud of you; the shadows, the technique, everything was perfect. More importantly, it was made with love.

After the cigar and the portrait, it was clear that he should’ve done something important a long time ago. How rude of him; there was no reason to prolong it any longer. It had always been you. He leaned down, brushing the strands of hair out of your face with his fingers. Still slightly snoring, you mumbled in your sleep then nestled comfortably into his hand. He couldn’t help but chuckle before pressing his lips to your forehead.

“You are a phenomenal person, my love. We’ll get married tomorrow, and I promise you, I will make Arabasta our kingdom to rule together. I love you.”

゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋

#princess writes #sir crocodile x reader #sir crocodile fluff #crocodile x reader #one piece x reader #crocodile fluff #one piece fluff #one piece #One Piece headcanons #one piece imagines #requests are open #sir crocodile #crocodile #crocodile one piece

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deducitetemporacarmen · 5 months ago

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I stumbled over this study a couple of weeks ago and I was waiting for some fearmongering to happen, so thanks op and the replyer to take this on. I'd like to make a few additions to paint a more complete picture. For context, I'm a statistician in the medical field, but with a different specialisation, so everything about absorption and toxicity is also something I had to read up on. So take that as you will.

EDIT: I don't think the person in the screenshot had malicous intent. I personally saw also several legit-looking news articles who were very badly representing what this research paper is actually saying. I don't want to discredit the authors, but I do have some issues with the publication itself. I imagine some of it is due to how the scientific publication process works. Scientific publications just read different than e.g. news articles and have a very specific type of reader in mind. Still, I agree with their conclusion and I quote: "Our findings point towards the need for regulations requiring the testing of metals in tampons by manufacturers. This is especially important considering that we found measurable quantities of several toxic metals, including Pb, which has no known “safe” exposure level."

Period products should be better regulated in general and we do need more research to draw final conclusions, especially on the lead. The other "several toxic metals" should probably be researched and monitored as well, but their concentrations are in my opinion not alarming as is.

They used 30 tampons and then took 2 samples of each, which is why they get a sample size of 60. All of these were from different sources. This is not representative, even though the consistency of (some) of their findings looks well enough. It's like you give one person from every country in Europe a questionaire and then talk about "Europeans". The authors say themselves that they do not have sufficient statistical power, which means their sample size is too small to small to draw conclusions with reasonable confidence.

Measurable quantities only means that it's enough that our current methods can pick up on their presence in a lab setting. Nothing more, nothing less. Depending on the substance and method, this could mean anything, which is why we need to look at the concentrations and put them into perspective. They tested for 16 metal(loid)s and reported their findings, but then didn't discuss most of them, most likely because the average reader of this journal doesn't need it.

The main finding is lead, which is a problem because it can be stored in bones and other tissue and then released into the blood later. The body might get rid of some, but very very slowly. So even if the exposure is low, it is still possibly concerning. This is the reason why there is no "safe" amount of lead exposure. That also doesn't mean that you'll inevitably get lead poisoning if you are exposed to trace amounts in your everyday life. The absorption rate from a tampon is unclear, as is stated in the article, so this is the main thing where More Research Is Needed: a) test for lead again with a representative sample and adequate size b) try to find out how much of that lead is taken in via tampon use. b) is probably a hard question to research because of ethics. You can't just expose people to lead to see how much they absorbed. Given that tampons are frequently used by a large part of the population, I would expect, if lead in tampons has a major effect, we would have seen either unexplained elevated levels of lead in a subgroup of women or in women compared to men. I did a quick search and found no studies that indicated this, but again, this is definitely underresearched. I'm leaning towards "probably within some normal variation of background exposure", but I could be terribly wrong. This is why we do research in the first place. We Just Don't Know.

The rest of the metal(oids) they found are... there I guess, but as far as we know just not a health concern. Some of them are basically benign in the first place, e.g. calcium, iron and zinc. Most if not all substances can cause poisoning, if the concentration is high enough, but that's miles away from the results of the study. The concentration of iron in menstrual blood is higher than what they found in the tampons.

The other two they are discussing (in terms of effect on the body) is arsenic and cadmium, both poisonous in general. However, the main concern here is digestion. Again, no data on vaginal absorption specifically, but absorption rate through normal skin is very low (I would speculate that absorption through mucosa falls somewhere inbetween but again, not my field of expertise). Considering the concentration they found, it's still just not concerning. The median for arsenic found is below EU drinking water regulations and the median for cadmium found is below EU regulations for e.g. rice or bananas. Then we have the study they reference about vaginal exposure of arsenic, which is a) a rat study so not super transferable to what we have here and b) the poor rats got exposed "through vulvar immersion and vaginal douching" 6 times within 14 days with a solution that has 50 times the concentration of the maximum found in the tampons. Their conclusion is this "can cause oxidative stress and trigger inflammation of the uterine and ovarian tissue". I mean, I imagine that would do it. I'm not saying they shouldn't have cited this study in the article, if this is the only research they found about it, but yeah, not super relevant to what they found in the tampons. In conclusion: Lead = effects unclear, but potentially bad, look into this. Everything else they tested= monitor, but don't worry about it.

this post is fearmongering. the results of this study are concerning and should definitely be a matter of public discussion, but this is certainly not the conclusion the researchers came to.

the point of the study was to assess the risks of exposure to toxic metals- something one of the co-authors notes are “ubiquitous” fwiw- via menstrual products. Their research confirmed that these metals are indeed present in tampons, but no further conclusions are drawn. it is possible the metal entered into the cotton from the soil, which is a well-known phenomenon; cotton is so good at lifting heavy metals that it has actually been suggested as a part of the solution for revitalizing polluted ground.

the authors conclude with an acknowledgement that the study should be repeated- their sample size was 60 tampons- and a suggestion that further testing ought to be done to indicate whether or not these metals can even leech out of the tampon in the first place, let alone whether or not such leeching could occur at levels deleterious to human health.

there is, in fact, a body of research- too small, for sure, but much larger than this single study- indicating that long-term proper tampon use has no observable negative impact on health. i am grateful and thrilled that more research is being done and i hope that this study is the first of many on this line of questioning, but i am really frustrated at this post and the response it got.

obviously, if this study alters your approach to menstrual health, more power to you. consumers should be informed-risk-takers, and menstrual health is double-obviously a very personal choice. but it definitely wasn't the researchers concluding that you ought to “avoid using tampons at all cost," only this tumblr user did. the lead author of the paper, in fact, specifically says that she hopes people do NOT panic about the results.

(the notes of the post were disappointing. people affirming that they knew they were right to be suspicious of tampons all along, or even recommending alternatives that actually have very little to no research regarding the safety of long-term use, etc. it’s a different conversation, but categorical distrust of tampons is old-school misogyny. you certainly shouldn't wear them if you don’t want to, but there is nothing inherently scary or wrong about them, and people who prefer them are not being reckless or crass.)

((if you're really worried about exposure to heavy metals, you may want to turn a critical eye to fast fashion, as an aside))

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bvnga-aprikot · 3 years ago

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As much as i love Lucas, he's gotta be the character with the most WASTED potential in the manhwa. We don't get to learn much about his past that was elaborated more in the novel, which in my opinion puts a lot of dissonance with his thoughts, words and actions throughout the manhwa. I mean sure we do know that he was lonely for so long after his teacher died but i feel it could've been amplified with the abuse he went through before the start of the series.

Sure his actions still wouldn't be the most justifiable but we as the readers could see why he'd latch on to Athanasia once they get closer. She was the first person to be his friend in a very long time. So while him wanting to destroy Obelia if Athy died is absolutely bonkers of him, it would've felt more understandable as to why he'd react that way. Everyone in his life prior to Athy either hates him or abandoned him for someone else, and i think he and Athy could relate to that.

quick rant because i need to let this off my chest:

I don't know if this is just me but Lucas feels like a plot device than an actual character sometimes. He's so OP that if you take him out of the story it literally falls apart due to the fact that he is the central backbone keeping things together.

It get's to a point to where i wonder what if Lucas didn't exist, how would Athy navigate the world around her?

What if she bought that dark magic book from that suspicious book dealer guy so that once Claude got amnesia, she starts studying dark magic to understand his condition in order to find a cure?

If Lucas didn't have his OP-ness, how would he fit in the story? Will he be more of a supporting character or will he still be a main character but because he lost his OP-ness, the stakes are higher?

The point is, give my boy more depth and elaborate more on his past, please Spoon i'm begging.

#rosie's txt #who made me a princess #wmmap #wmmap lucas #wmmap athanasia

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calif0rnia-lovers · 4 years ago

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favorites.

an: something short and sweet for johnny t.

requested kiss challenge: spin the bottle kiss

pairing: johnny x reader | words: 1.5k |rating: 💙

sum: best friends who flirt nonstop leads to no one in the house believing the two of you are strictly friends. a game of spin the bottle leaves Johnny in his feelings when he’s not the one you kiss.

Friday. Family Night. 9 p.m.

The message was written on the whiteboard, posted on the refrigerator door. After realizing everyone was free at the same time—for the first time in weeks—Charlie had put out the request demand.

Friday morning, she sent out a gentle reminder text to the group chat.

📲 : Have your asses home by 8:30.

The unspoken rule of never upsetting Charlie brought everyone home on time. Showers were taken, food acquired, and a bonfire lit by the time the sun had set.

Three pizzas and half a case of Corona deep, you all have put the stresses of the week behind you.

Charlie stands on a rock, her cell phone recording. Jakes hasn’t even bothered to turn around to watch the action unfold. He’s focused on finishing his slice of pizza, his head shaking as you catch his eye. The newest addition to the house, Mike, is watching with a mixture of horror and admiration. Briggs sends Paige a wink as she proudly watches her dare unfold.

The only one missing from the group is Johnny.

The latest victim of the bottle, Johnny has stopped a nearby group of women, passing on the beach, in their tracks. Stripped, he walks towards the waves. The latest additions to his audience bring a grin to his lips.

“All the way in, J-Man!” Briggs calls as Johnny comes to a stop at the shoreline.

Johnny doesn’t need words of encouragement. He runs directly into the water. The cheers he gets become muffled as Johnny disappears beneath the surface of the darkened waves. Upon his return to the group, Johnny manages a quick bow before reaching for his discarded pile of clothes.

Charlie swipes them, prompting the smile on Johnny’s face to stretch into a grin.

“Stop being shy,” Charlie giggles as Johnny's eyes briefly drift to the camera. “Own your dare--”

“Charlie!” Tossing Johnny a nearby towel, Jakes rolls his eyes. “Don’t encourage him.”

“Shut up, Jakes." Johnny allows Charlie one more view of his smile before he rolls his eyes. "You can’t say anything for someone who won’t even play with us.”

“I don’t have to,” Jakes smiles as he watches Johnny wrap the towel around his waist. Lifting the crust in his hand, he adds. “I supplied the food.”

Johnny kisses his teeth as he picks up his hoodie.

“Man, whatever. We’re supposed to be bonding with Mikey.”

“I don’t know how me seeing your ass is helping us bond, Johnny.”

“Awe,” Charlie giggles. The kiss she presses against his cheek causes Jakes to roll his eyes. “Don’t be jealous. It’s a great ass.”

“It is,” Paige teases as Johnny sends a wink her way.

Rubbing his palms together, Johnny takes his seat alongside Charlie before reaching forward. The empty beer bottle sits atop one of the pizza bottles, waiting to be spun. The rules are simple. You spin the bottle. You get to ask a simple question once the bottle stops spinning: truth or dare?

“Ya’ll ready?” Johnny’s eyes briefly pass over the circle before giving the bottle a spin.

You all watch as it spins, the bottle a blur, making it impossible to guess who its next victim will be. As the bottle begins to slow, it teeters towards Paige, who sits on your right, before rolling to a stop on you.

A smile finds Johnny’s lips as you pass Paige your drink.

“Alright, baby girl, what'll it be? Truth or dare?”

Despite the length of the game, this is your first time being asked the question. Everyone watches as you silently consider Johnny's question.

According to Mike, truth is the safest route to go. There aren’t many secrets left amongst you and your housemates. You beg to differ. There is one secret you would prefer to stay hidden. With that being the case, you only have one option.

“Alright, JT, dare,” the mischievous glint in Johnny’s eyes causes you to shake your head. “Go ahead, lay it on me.”

Johnny knows the rules. No dares can be repeated.

“Since skinny dipping is out,” Johnny’s gaze remains on you while his voice trails off. To no surprise, he leaves a dramatic pause. His hand strokes his chin as he considers the possibilities. “I dare you to...kiss your favorite person here.”

“Oh my goodness, Johnny!” Paige groans.

“What?” The wide, innocent brown eyes Johnny sends her way prompts Paige to toss her napkin towards him. “It could be anyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

“My favorite person?” You ask.

“Yep,” Johnny nods, watching as your eyes slowly scan the smiling faces of your friends.

“And I can kiss them anywhere I want?”

Johnny’s brow raises as he considers your question. He opens his mouth to speak, but Paige quickly drowns him out.

“Nope, you can’t add anything else, Johnny.”

Your eyes linger on Briggs. His gaze is playful as his bottle stops just short of his lips.

“Take it easy on me, sweetheart,” he grins. The widening of Johnny’s eyes causing him to add. “I’m down to give you free rein. Kiss me wherever you like.”

“Sorry, Pauly.” A smile finds your lips as you push yourself up. “I might have to catch you next time.”

Paul’s hand finds his heart, his eyes briefly closing as he sighs, “damn.”

You dust the sand off your shorts before stepping over the pizza box. There are only two people sitting before you. Despite the dare being his request, Johnny cannot suppress the butterflies that awaken as your gaze briefly studies him.

The smile on your lips grows as your gaze shifts to Charlie.

The rare sound of laughter drifts from Jakes as you settle on your knees before a smiling Charlie.

“Where do you want it, Miss. DeMarco?”

Charlie’s brow arches as her eyes drop to your lips. “Surprise me.”

You both share a soft smile as you take her face in your hands. The kiss you leave against her lips does not last longer than ten seconds, but it is enough to leave Johnny wide-eyed.

After a few more rounds, everyone decides to call it a night. A few hours of sleep will be needed for work tomorrow. You’re in the kitchen, seated on the island, preparing to bite into the last slice of pizza when Johnny swipes it.

“Hey! What the hell?”

Johnny ignores your widened gaze. He pauses, taking the largest bite he can before picking up the discarded beer bottle alongside you. Adding it to the trash bag in his hand, Johnny continues his execution of trash duty.

“Johnny, I was going to eat that?”

You shift, trying your best to catch sight of him as he rounds the island.

“I’m on kitchen duty,” his words come out muffled through a mouthful of pepperoni. “Whoever cleans up gets the last slice.”

Your nose scrunches. “Since when?”

Your question is met with the clanking of bottles as Johnny drops two more into the black trash bag.

“Since now.” Johnny takes a second bite before tying off the bag. “If I were your favorite person, I would’ve shared. But I'm not so...”

You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. Johnny sits the bag by the back door before coming to a stop alongside you.

You watch as he takes his time finishing the slice of pizza. As he reaches the crust, Johnny glances up to find your arms crossed over your chest. The pout on your lips brings a grin to his.

“Want the last bite?” He offers the crust, narrowly avoiding the shove you send his way.

You shake your head, draining the last of your beer. Johnny silently nibbles on the crust in his hand, his mind trying the best way to ask the question.

You know it’s coming before your empty bottle can touch the countertop.

“I’m not jealous—so don’t take it that way,” Johnny starts as he pushes himself off his elbows.

“I don’t know why I would.”

“But I thought we were best friends—”

“Charlie’s my best friend too.”

The sweet smile on your lips causes Johnny’s eyes to narrow. “But who’s your best friend?”

“Johnny—” The giggle you release does little to ease his expression.

"What? I'm being serious."

"Yeah? So am I."

His expectant gaze remains as it dawns on you that Johnny is awaiting an answer to his question.

“I mean, say an OP went wrong, and you had to save one of us—”

“I would save both of you.”

The matter-of-fact tone in your voice causes Johnny to pause. He shakes his head.

“In this situation, you can’t—”

“In a hypothetical situation, I can’t do whatever I want?”

“No.”

“Fine, I’d save Charlie.” You respond. Johnny’s mouth falls open in disbelief. “She’s a way better shooter than me. I would need her to cover me. Then both of us could save you together.”

Johnny’s gaze drops to the empty bottle sitting on the counter. “That’s messed up.”

You tip the bottle forward as you take in the pout settling on his features. You point it towards him. Laying the bottle on the counter, you watch Johnny study it.

The corner of his lips turns up in a soft smile as you place a kiss against his cheek. You leave a second one for good measure.

“So, I am your favorite?” Johnny grins as you meet his gaze.

Your lips briefly meet his, the action leaving Johnny wide-eyed as you hop off the counter.

“Don’t tell Charlie,” you giggle as you head up the stairs.

rio/johnny tags: @kimljn @binooo98

main tags: @crowngold @cant-decide-at-this-moment @wiccanmetallicrose @themarkblues @gemini0410 @the-jer-bear @leahnicole1219 @abbiesthings @trhett21 @trulysuccubus @starrynite7114 @awkwardtayler @toni9 @queenbeered

@kaystacks17 @richonne4life @cocotheclown @oscars-wifeyyy @jennisdirtyimagines @sadeyesgf @ughdontbeboring @myakai13 @linziland13 @tian-monique @megapeacelovemusic-blog @rosieposie0624 @appropriate-writers-name @ourlittlesecretsoveragain @beiroviski @making-starsdance @seize-the-droid @chaneajoyyy@siempremamita @relaxing-najee @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @toni9

#may the queue be with you #johnny tuturro imagine #graceland imagine #manny montana imagine #johnny tuturro x reader

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Murder, He Wrote

Epilogue

Summary: You and Ransom attend the launch of his book and the cover closes on your story.

Warnings: Bad language, Mature (NSFW, 18+) NON-CON situations, kidnap, violence. Blood. DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THOSE TRIGGER…READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED…YOU HAVE BEENWARNED.

Pairing: DARK! Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N: The end! I can’t believe all this span from @jtargaryen18’s Halloween Challenge last year. I hope you have enjoyed his as much as I have.

Word Count: 3.6k

READ THE WARNINGS!!!! This is a DARK series so don’t @me if you can’t follow simple instructions and end up with butt-hurt. And if you’re under 18 get off my blog!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and by writing it does NOT mean I agree with or condone the acts contained within. This fiction is classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Murder, He Wrote Masterlist // Main Masterlist.

Part 7

The town car and it's driver took you to whatever swanky hotel Ransom and his publishers had decided upon, you not caring the slightest inwardly, outwardly only half paying attention. You glanced out the window watching the lights of downtown pass by as your husband of merely three weeks held your hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb.

It was a warm July evening, the two of you dressed to the nines in formal attire. Ransom had insisted the launch be an invite only, formal event. Therefore, he was dressed in a two-piece suit, black of course, with a crisp white button down, silken black tie, and you, you looked like an ice queen's slutty sister. The powder blue silk dress you wore tied together with thin straps on each shoulder, your feet already hurting in your nude six inch sandals. Your free hand tapped a neatly manicured finger over your clutch that matched your shoes. A delicate white gold and diamond tennis bracelet adorned your wrist whilst the necklace you'd been gifted at Christmas hung around your neck. You wore your hair the way he said he loved it, in a ponytail full of waves and wisps framing your face.

After the incident on Valentine’s Day, you’d spent another two weeks in the confines of the basement. All luxuries removed and you were used and abused in exactly the way you had been when Ransom had first taken you, until he’d once more sucked the fight out of you. Only this time you didn’t have the strength to find it again.

You played the part you’d been cast in his sick little fantasy and became totally passive to his whims. You let him fuck you which, in all honesty, wasn’t an entirely unpleasant situation as he knew his way around your body and it felt good. You had given up denying it, and for the moments he was teasing those carnal reactions out of you, you escaped, let yourself imagine you were with someone who you wanted. And by keeping him sweet, you fooled him into thinking you were content. And things settled down, you had that halfway to normal life that you’d achieved before you discovered his manuscript.

But it was bullshit. A means to an end. And you deserved a fucking Oscar.

He’d had the audacity to propose to you, too. In a restaurant. Surrounded by people. He asked you the question, like you had a fucking choice.

Angry, desperate tears had filled your eyes as you’d simply gaped at him, tears the deluded cunt took for you being overwhelmed with happiness. With a smile he slipped the gaudily large diamond on your finger, sealing your fate.

It weighed as heavy on your hand as the grief for your lost life, and the despair at your situation did in your heart.

You’d had a small wedding. Attended simply by your parents and sister. He sent an invite to his mother and father but they didn’t show up. Your dad walked you down the aisle and as you walked towards the man you hated with every breath in your body, your father kissed your cheek and asked you if you were sure you wanted to do this. And no, of course you didn’t, but what could you do?

There was no way out.

“You look as gorgeous tonight as you did on our wedding day.” Ransom’s voice slightly startled you and you turned to face him.

You smiled at him, the smile you knew he wanted to see, as he placed a soft kiss to your cheek before doing the same to your hand, his lips ghosted over the top of the obscene rock and matching band on your finger which caught the lights of the city, sparkling with all the ferocity of a supernova.

Before you needed to reply with some half assed compliment back, the town car stopped as the driver got out and opened Ransom's door.

"Wait here," he instructed and walked around with the driver on the other side, escorting you out the minute your own door opened.

Flashbulbs fired off in your eyes, no doubt the press there for some absolutely ridiculous notion that this book was anything but its true nature of terror and disgust.

Ransom’s hand pressed into the base of your back as he guided you along in front of him, various members of the press calling his name, and you heard the excited shouts from some as they spotted the bands on both yours and Ransom’s hands, positively shrieking as they asked when you’d gotten married.

The headlines flashed in your mind now, 'Grandson of the Great Harlan Thrombey Releases First Suspense Novel'. 'One of Boston's Most Notorious and Eligible Bachelors is Strictly Off The Market' . 'Trust Fund Playboy Sinks His Bunny'.

It made you want to puke.

In fact, as the press line faded and you stepped foot into the lobby, you swallowed back the bile forcing its way up. A tray with champagne flutes passed you by and you immediately snagged one.

When Ransom had been distracted for a brief moment, you quickly glanced around and swallowed back the entire flute of the bubbly drink. Delightfully enjoying the brief taste and quick head rush it gave you.

The further you walked into the event, his hand still against your bare back, the louder it grew and the more trays of champagne and appetizers were floating by.

As typical, the two of you were fashionably late so, you had little chance to take part in any nibble or further, a drink, because the supposed "man of the hour", more like terror of life, was due to give a speech.

His agent pulled the two of you aside and made mention that it was time for Ransom to greet his guests. He pressed a sickening sweet kiss to your lips and confidently took to the small podium atop a small stage nearby.

“First and foremost, thank you to everyone who came out tonight. But more importantly, thank you to my beautiful wife, without you Sweetheart, this wouldn't be possible.”

The smile he flashed you was loaded with meaning as the pair of you looked at one another, his eyes shining with the depraved private understanding you shared.

And you hated him then just about as much as you ever had.

Excited muttering spread around the room as he had knowingly referred to you as his wife. It was the first time he’d announced your marriage to the world but, as he smiled and held his hands up, nodding smugly and confirming whatever people were asking him, you felt nothing but an overwhelming sense of nausea. To everyone else it was a sweet dedication, to you it was a sickening truth. This book was based on what he’d done to you. What he was saying was literal truth.

And the fact that the people currently applauding whatever he had said would never realise the true nature of those words on the pages of his book made you want to vomit in your handbag.

Applause rang around the room and you realised everyone was turned in your direction. Drawing your shoulders back you stood tall and once more fixed that fake smile on your face before Ransom cleared his throat and began to speak again.

But you didn't listen, you drowned him out, the sound of his voice distant and murky like Charlie Brown's teacher. You allowed you mind to think of anything but the present, other than the fact that these people were in unknowing full support of the hell you'd been through the last nine months.

Eventually a loud, rapturous applause signalled the end of his speech and he stepped back, smiling and then turned to the man from his publishers who shook his hand furiously, before the pair of them posed for photos.

That was when he beckoned you to him, looking at you in such a way that made your skin crawl and your teeth seethe with each breath. This bastard expected a photo op from you above all this, commemorating this disaster.

On autopilot you headed towards him, indifference obedience now your specialty and his arm curled possessively round your waist, fingers splaying on your hip. You posed and smiled as the flashes went off, but as you stole a glance at the large, ornate clock on the wall, you suddenly felt your head beginning to swim.

Seeing a convenient way out of this bullshit, you made sure to falter just a little, placing your hand to your chest. It caused Ransom's attention to turn to you.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?"

“I’m feeling a little light headed and warm.” You looked up at him. “Could we maybe get some air?”

"Sure, yeah," he looked to his agent and they nodded towards a side door in the room.

His arm still round you, playing the doting husband, he led you towards it and opened it with a flourish, allowing you to step out in front of him.

You emerged into the alley at the side of the building and took a huge gulp of air, steadying yourself.

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

You were warm, flushed, your skin tingling as the now cooling air hit your slightly damp skin, your nipples perking at the temperature change were visible through the silk dress, and you didn’t miss the heated glance he gave them as you spoke. "I, I don't know. I think it's all the commotion."

“You do look a little flushed.” His eyes moved back to yours and he studied you for a moment, his large hands gently cupping your face as he kissed your forehead before his lips pressed to yours. “Wanna take a walk?”

Despite the fact you really couldn’t walk far in the ridiculous shoes you were in, you nodded. Anything to avoid going back in there and listening to all those sycophants kissing his ass.

He took your hand and started walking slowly down the alley. You were mid-way down when a man jumped out from behind the dumpster. You screamed and instinctively Ransom jumped to the side, pulling you slightly behind him.

“Give me the money and the jewellery, no one gets hurt.” The man spoke gruffly and you felt Ransom draw himself up to his full height as he glared at the dirty, dishevelled man, disdain on his face.

“Eat shit.”

“Ransom, just... please give him what he wants.” Your voice trembled as your body shook, your right hand already removing the rings on your left.

“I’d listen to your pretty wife, if I were you.” The man spoke as he reached into his pocket and when he withdrew his hand you swallowed at the unmistakable flash of metal.

“Fuck, Ransom, he’s got a knife!” You clutched his arm. “Please just give it to him!”

"Fuck, no," he started reaching for his phone but the man lunged toward him.

In the melee that followed, you were thrown to the side, your rings clanging to the floor somewhere along with your clutch, your palms and knees scraping painfully on the floor. By the time you’d pushed yourself up, you saw the man scrambling to his feet, Ransom’s watch and wallet in his hand. He turned to look at you and you backed away, stumbling once more to the ground letting out a blood curdling scream as he advanced. He stopped, picked up your rings and your bag, before he turned, bolting up the alley and rounding the corner, disappearing from sight.

"Y/N," the croaking voice came from your husband as he staggered towards you, a deep red seeping through his white dress shirt, his one hand attempting to stave off the bleeding. The other, cradling his phone. But he didn't get more than a few steps as he collapsed nearby.

"Ransom!" You shrieked and heels be damned, you ran to him, looking around, "help!"

"Call 9-1-1, Baby," he begged, trying to thrust the phone into your hand and you leaned over him.

With a jittery hand you swiped over to the emergency call option and hit the first two digits before you glanced around again and hesitated, rising slowly to your feet.

“What...” Ransom’s chest heaved as he looked up at you, his face white with shock as you turned the phone in your hand and shrugged.

“Yeah, you see, I could call for help but...” with that you tossed his phone to the hard ground and crunched it with your stupidly high heel, rotating your foot to make double sure, the glass and metal grinding between the stiletto and the tarmac. “Whoops, looks like it got smashed in the fight.” You gave a little chuckle. “And of course, mine was in my bag which he took. Isn’t that ironic? I mean the first time you permit me to use it for something other than to contact you or my mom, I can’t.” You made a little tutting noise. “Guess I’ll just have to keep yelling and hope someone hears.”

With that you turned and screamed, a frantic yell. “Please, someone help us! Please, he’s been stabbed, call 9-1-1.” You slowly dropped back to a kneel, ignoring the sting of your grazed knees and smirked. “Dammed, I really am good at this acting shit, don’t you think, handsome?”

Ransom coughed a harsh and wet cough. His chest heaving raggedly as he struggled between catching a breath and bleeding out.

“Y/N...” he spluttered, “you...please...”

"So many criminal junkies in Boston, Sweetheart. Plenty who will take the fall for a little hit,” you emphasised the 't' of the last word as you spoke the very same line that he had delivered to you months ago, the threat he had held over you and used to keep you in check whenever you stepped over that line.

His eyes widened further as the realisation set in, you could see his brain working and it gave you a buzz, a sense of satisfaction to know that he understood this was your doing.

You wanted the last thing this bastard thought about to be how you were responsible for his death. But more so, his narcissistic and sociopathic tendencies be damned, you wanted him to completely understand exactly how it was his fault.

And given the way he was bleeding and struggling for breath, you didn’t have long.

Another scream for help flew from your mouth as you pressed one hand on top of his which were now both clutched to the wound in his stomach, the other brushing his hair back slightly as you smiled down at him.

“I told you when you threw me back in the basement that the way you treat people would come back to haunt you.” You gave a little shrug. “And, when you told the homeless guy looking in the bins on collection day a few months back to eat shit and get a job, well, he took it kinda personally. He didn’t even blink when I asked how much it would take to knock you off.”

"You..." choking on blood, "vicious..." choke,

At that you gave another loud hysteric yell for help before you turned your head back to look at him.

“See, once upon a time I thought you’d changed. But here’s the thing, a person like you doesn’t change, Hugh. You’re incapable of love. You take what you want when you want for no reason other than it pleases you.”

Another scream for help, and this time you could hear someone answering and a lot of yells as people started running towards you.

“Well, now I’ve taken your life like you took mine.” You bent down, your forehead pressing to his as you smirked. His arm reached up to grab you, his blood soaked hand curling over your cheek and side of your neck. "And you know what? It feels good."

His palm was warm and slick against your skin and his eyes blazed with anger as his fingers squeezed. You knew he was desperately trying to hurt you but you felt nothing. You smiled, as you placed a soft kiss to his lips, your words whispered as you pulled back ever so slightly. “Karma’s a bitch, and so am I. See you in hell.”

As the fake tears started to pool in your eyes once more, you allowed your lip to tremble for distraught emphasis. Blood was now trickling out of Ransom's mouth, along down his ear and to the tarmac. You pulled back just a little so as to see his eyes. You wanted to watch him choke on his own blood as he took that final breath. You started sputtering words incoherently as you amped up the hysteria, hearing the footfalls now just behind you.

He didn’t even make it to the hospital.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale was pronounced dead at 21:05 hours on Friday 17th July where he lay in a pool of his own blood, in that dark alleyway down the side of the hotel.

Leaving you a widow.

And free.

***10 months later***

It was as simple as it sounded, closing your eyes and pointing to a spot on a map. Your finger ended up on Boulder.

Colorado was far enough from the last year or so of your life that you could feel comfortable. You'd researched it, finding it to be something worth interest. Affordable. Breath-taking scenery. Incredible life altering activities and quaint little towns. The summers were supposedly warm but rarely did the temperature rise above ninety-five, the winters were supposedly very cold, dry and windy; rarely dropping below six degrees with partly cloudy skies year round.

The months following Ransom’s death had been as draining as humanly possible. The investigation had involved countless interviews before the police and authorities settled for it being a mugging gone wrong. But then there had been the months of wrangling and private law cases his parents had attempted to bring against you to prevent you getting his money, despite the probate law being fairly simple. You were married. He left no will. It was yours by default.

Eventually, when the Drysdales had exhausted every last option, they were forced to concede and that was when you made the decision to leave, a decision of which your parents were highly encouraging. They practically talked you into this whole thing to begin with. Helping you leave your nightmares behind. Despite them not suspecting anything at first, you weren't blind to the fact that things still had not sat right with them. You knew they had suspected a level coercion, that maybe you'd had a manic episode of mental illness, but you never had divulged the full details and by the time he was gone, they hadn't cared. Your relationship with them had strengthened and healed and that was what you cared about.

Now, you were newly nestled in Boulder with a great condo downtown, a stone’s throw from the historic district that was filled with cliché shops and bars. Whilst you didn’t need the money, you’d taken a job working in the media department of a private law firm. It was a far cry from your journalist days, but it suited you just fine.

The more distance you put between who you were now and who you had been, the better.

You were at peace.

The May evening air was temperate as you crossed the street and opened the door to the designated bar in which you were meeting your new group of friends, mostly gathered from work, for a girl's night out. You’d been held up a little in the office so they were already waiting at a table. You waved and gestured to the bar, indicating you were going to get a drink.

As you sidled up to the wooden counter, you were jolted a little into a man to your right. You turned to apologise and gave a little double take. You recognised him instantly. But you didn’t want to make that obvious and cause him to feel uncomfortable. You knew how it felt, to have everyone looking at you, hushed whispered comments as you went about your business, people trying to figure out if you were who they thought you were.

That was part of the reason you had moved, and you sure as hell weren’t about to subject the man next to you to the same, uncomfortable experiences.

Recovering quickly, you hastily apologised and he smiled.

“Don’t worry about it.” His Boston accent was evident and you smiled.

“I miss that accent.”

The man chuckled, his warm blue eyes creasing slightly as he looked at you. “You from Boston, too?”

“Concord.”

“Newton.” He replied, “well, I lived there anyway, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Should I? Know that, I mean?”

He studied you for a moment, and you kept your face as passive as possible. You could tell he knew that you knew, but you gave a shrug none-the-less and he smiled, a gorgeous smile that lit up his entire face, perfect white teeth flashing from beneath an immaculately groomed beard, as he extended his arm towards you.

“Andy Barber.” His fingers gently brushed the back of your knuckles, as you shook his hand, his grip warm and gentle.

“Oh, of course.” You smiled back. “One of our attorneys.”

“Our?”

“Yeah, sorry, I’m Y/N. I work in the media department. I mean I only started a few weeks ago but...”

“Well, in that case, I’m pleased to meet you, Y/N, and welcome aboard.” His smile didn’t falter as he let go of your hand and gestured to the bar. “Can I get you a drink?”

You paused for a moment before you took a deep breath.

And nodded.

“Sure, that’d be great.”

******

Sequel: Follow Andy and reader’s story in Consciousness Of Guilt.

#murder he wrote #dark ransom drysdale #dark ransom drysdale x reader #dark ransom x reader #dark ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale fic #chris evans #chris evans characters

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Fight the World For You

Requested by this anon: “could you do a sapnap fic where reader is a trans guy (maybe emo too) and he’s a streamer like sapnap. and then one day reader was streaming and he got a lot of hate and then sapnap decided to address it on twitter telling people to stop? oddly specific but i’d appreciate it if you want to do it!!:)”

sapnap x transmale!reader

trigger warnings: transphobia, a few swears

premise: some people in your chat take a ‘joke’ way too far, and your boyfriend is quick to defend you (don’t think to hard about how similar this description is to the last transmale!reader fic they are different, I swear)

{Also I switched this up just a bit so sapnap just actually comes on stream and threatens to fight people as well as threatening to fight people on twitter}

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“The thing is chat-” You stopped abruptly as part of the pride flag hanging from the ceiling came down, landing softly on your head.

“Ope,” You chuckled, moving it out of the way of your face, “Sorry guys, my flags fell.”

Glancing at the chat you searched for the tack, “Yeah chat that’s right, trans rights!”

You found the tack, moving to climb up onto your chair to pin it back into place as you chuckled at there antics.

“I mean at least the actual stream isn’t the scuffed part.” You laughed.

You fixed the flag, sitting back down to un pause the game, catching a flash of a message, ‘damn she really said switch it up’

You read it aloud, muttering, “What the hell does that even mean? Who are you talking about?”

Suddenly it seemed the chat was full of similar messages, all of them using she/her pronouns, and then every few messages was someone telling them to stop.

“Dude what the fuck?”

‘she’s so confused lol’

You glared at your camera, “Didn’t realize my chat was full of assholes.”

You did your best to ignore them as you continued on wandering around the smp, but then a donation cam through, triggering the text to speech, “Look chat, she’s already used too it cause she lived half her life a she.”

You froze, blinking back tears that had been steadily forming, “What the fuck?”

The chat was still a mix of sympathy, people telling others off, and people misgendering you, and off to the side you could see Nick texting you, asking if you were okay.

“Awww is princess gonna cry?”

It took you all of two seconds to end the stream, tears beginning to flow down your cheeks as you reached over to accept Nick’s call.

“Are you okay? I already started banning everyone I could find saying that shit- love?”

You sniffled, angrily wiping away tears, “Why are people so cruel?”

Almost immediately you could hear him starting to move, “I’m coming over, and I’ll personally fight everyone who said anything rude on stream.”

“okay.” You croaked, slowly standing up and shutting down your computer.

In the time it took your boyfriend to get to your apartment you had moved out into the living room, stopping to get a glass of water and dry your tears before lodging yourself in the corner of the couch.

Nick quietly let himself in, quickly sitting down next to your and pulling you into his arms, “Hey love, it’s gonna be okay, I’ll fight them all. No one misgenders my boyfriend.”

You sniffled leaning into his chest, “Dude all I did was fix my pride flag.”

“They can go fuck themselves,” He pulled back for half a moment, studying your face, “How are you still so handsome even when you were crying?”

You could feel your face flush, “Shut up.”

“I’m not wrong!”

When you didn’t answer he just held you tighter, “I’m gonna go live from your pc to yell at some people.”

“Nick- no- you don’t-”

“Shhhh,” He cut you off, pressing a kiss to your lips, “Let me fight for you.”

~~ A few hours later Nick was sitting with you in front of your pc, reaching around you to hit the go live button.

Soon your chat was flooding with people, some apologizing for others behavior, and a few even repeating it.

“Okay guys we need to talk.” Nick said, half glaring at the webcam.

You sighed, trying not to curl in on yourself.

“Whatever the fuck you guys pulled earlier was not okay. Purposely using the wrong pronouns is not okay, misgendering someone is not okay. Just because someone identifies as something other than what they were born as doesn’t mean that you get to invalidate them.

And I will have you know that if any of you ever invalidate or misgender my boyfriend again I will have your forcibly removed from the internet.”

Someone sent in a donation, yet again triggering text to speech, “Dude calm down, it was just a joke”

“Just a joke?” Nick scoffed, “Just a joke?! You can’t fucking tell me that disrespecting someone like that is a joke? He clearly didn’t think it was a joke! (y/n) did you think it was a joke?”

You shook your head as he continued, “You all saw how quickly he ended stream, that's not something that happens because of a joke! Here's how it is people! You’re all gonna respect my boyfriend and his pronouns, and if you don’t I will find you and I will fight you.”

He paused, staring at your monitors for a moment, “Good?”

Chat began to repeat the word.

“Good.” And then he ended stream.

You sighed, turning to him, “Thank you.”

“Of course love, Nick smiled, pulling you out of your chair and into his arms, “I’d fight the word for you, you know?”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #sapnap x reader #sapnap x male!reader #mcyt x male reader #teddy06 writes

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